The persistent light of a dead love

Photo by Roma Kaiuk🇺🇦 on Unsplash

[Fiction.]

Something embarrassing has happened, a faux-pas of sorts. I was fiddly and nervous, wringing my hands and evading eye contact, seeing no end to this hapless situation not entirely of my doing.

I feel an immediate warmth and a presence right by my arm.

He is here, as he always is, rescuing me from the depths of my pain by his mere presence…